The Day We Wore Makeup + Other 'Bad' Things | [chanbaek / baekyeol]

Liberation

[date: 11/14/1987]

[time: 02:12 am]

Their skin was hot. Their chests expanded and collapsed rapidly in sync. The scorching lava lamp glowed; rising and falling slowly like the molten liquid it was named after. Minutes were finally becoming hours. It felt like a lifetime had led up to this. Baekhyun used to wonder when he'd be the one to lament on how fast time goes by. Tracing circles on Chanyeol's back led him to contemplate his life until this point in time. What if he did things different? Would he be where he is now? Would he even like this version of himself? He tried to picture another version of himself; one that led a girl into his room instead...

He'd seen it done in movies countless times, but he never questioned why he never felt a single thing until now. He put himself in those film stills, clamping his eyes shut as the reel rolled, crackling with the force of the electric motor. The man, him, grabbing the door and sliding it closed. Locking it, of course. The girl was always pretty and looking up through thick dark lashes. He leads her to the bed; they tangle into each other, like the branches of too close trees, and the lights are suddenly dim. They remove each other's clothes, slowly, but the focus is always on their chests. Only the sound of labored breathing let the viewers know that they're still human. Lips trail the woman's neck, until hands grasp and remove her bra, lace falling away to exploit two rose dotted breasts. This is when his vision snaps and his eyes are open again. But this is not a movie. He had never seen a movie like how his life is now. He tried imagining himself with anyone; Yeri, for example. What would that version of himself think of who he was now? Skin to skin with another boy, (a beautiful boy, a beautiful and vastly musically talented boy) who he hardly knew. He tried to picture adorning and admiring the form of a female. Ravishing her and edifying himself, as it seemed in films and magazines targeted for the lustful eyes of men.

Now, his film stilled; he saw the slopes and ridges beneath his fingertips. The dip where ribs disappeared and where hipbones met. Further, and there were dimples. Not the kind on a face. Deeper and symmetrical. Large enough for his thumbs to rest in before dipping even further. And stars above, his God blessed shoulders. Baekhyun loved to trace those, so he did. With his lips. He read once that a good way to describe something was to see it from different angles; to taste it in different variations. Trying something new only made a description come through clearer in a person's mind. Waking, Chanyeol sluggishly held himself a bit higher, making way for his eyes to look down into Baekhyun's own.

"You're awake." He said ever so softly, whispering without meaning to. Some boys have raspy voices. He'd heard girls say raspy voices are sexy. But Baekhyun preferred the musky ones. They don't waver and they don't change pitch. They're smooth and strong. He didn't like a voice that reminded him of a crackling fire, but of a river in a forest. Even better at night.

"Did I wake you?" Baekhyun asked, soft as a kitten's purr. Hands still circling the higher boy's hips. Chanyeol smiled and shook his head, but he was lying. "Go to sleep." Baekhyun soothed, rolling the boy onto his large back and releasing him. Chanyeol sighed at the loss of contact and the cold empty side of the bed that eased him.

Baekhyun removed his damp skin from beneath the polyester sheets and clambered towards the window. The pane gave away with a soft wheeze and in burst the cold fall air, which was warning him for the coming winter. Chanyeol opened his eyes and pushed his chest up with two forearms, watching the glow on the planes of Baekhyun's back move, as he was pushing aside the curtains. The boy was stunning, radiant, and statuesque. He finally understood why people enjoyed looking at sculptors. His back muscles stretched and harmonized, mirroring movement, like the wings of a moth. The red beam from the lava lamp on his shelf only aided in the setting of the already cave-like room. Baekhyun stretched a bit, enjoying the wind shafting in. His boxers were loose like swim trunks and ended below his buttocks, so he almost exclusively slept in them. And for times like these, not that he'd had any reason before...